Thursday, September 23, 2010

Oh, Compassion

I want to be remembered for my compassion. I have always felt a sense of compassion for people: for the poor, for the hungry, for the unloved, for the forgotten.
I feel compassion for the kids who are unloved and neglected by their own parents.

I feel compassion for the people who go to bed hungry each night because they have no food.

I feel compassion for those who have never heard the Name of Jesus Christ.

I feel compassion for the children who die each year, forgotten and invisible: the aborted.

I feel compassion for the women who believe that they are not good enough to succeed.

I feel compassion for the weak.

I believe that God has naturally gifted each person's personality with something that helps them to relate to or help others. Perhaps you feel a great sense of generosity. Perhaps you are perceptive of emotions. Perhaps you are very forgiving. Perhaps you are a generally happy person, even when things are difficult. Perhaps you have an underlying sense of hope in everything that you do.

I feel compassion for so many, but I want to be remembered for what I do about it in Christ's Name.